The Sadist Has Feelings Too (ManXman) {BDSM}

Chapter 35 - Surprise?

Damon's pov
Friday 11th March 2022
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Mason has been sick the past few days and thrown up every morning. I hate the smell of vomit, it makes me want to throw up but I still rubbed his back and asked if he was okay. He told me he's fine and he's been taking it easy since. This morning he woke me up when he was throwing up into the toilet and I told him to get a doctors appointment to make sure he's okay. He should be there now actually.

I won't get home until late because I'm very busy at work today. I've got a pub that's just been renovated that I need to see, then I have two meetings about bars I want to buy then I've got to do a shit tonne of paperwork. I'm not looking forward to it. I'd rather be at home fucking my slave.

The thought of him bent over gives me motivation to get through the day. I get out of my car and make my way inside of the pub. I've got my phone out to write notes about anything I do or don't like as I walk around the old building. It looks good. They kept it classic looking but fixed everything and made it look clean. I tour the whole building before I meet with the project manager to talk about how it went.

He explains everything that went wrong during the renovation but they pulled it together in the end so I'll let him keep his job. He seems scared of me and I like it.

My phone buzzes in my hand and I look down to see a message from Mason saying he needs to talk to me. I message him back telling him I'm at work and it can wait but he insists I need to come home now.

"Sorry to cut this short, I have to go," I say and the man looks relieved our conversation is over. I try not to show my anger as I go to the car and get in. This better be really fucking important or he's getting one hell of a punishment.

I get home and open the front door angrily, trying my best not to start shouting. He's not downstairs so I go upstairs to our bedroom where he's stood in the doorway of the bathroom.

"What's so wrong that I had to come home early?" I demand and I notice Mason has tears on his face.

"I'm pregnant," he says but a sob cuts him off. My eyebrows draw together and I frown.

"What? You can't be," I say but he shakes his head. He looks back into the bathroom and I walk in to see five pregnancy tests lined up, every single one of them with two red lines.

"Does two lines mean positive?" I ask, knowing it's a dumb question but I need to make sure.

"Yeah it's on the box," he says quietly. I look at the box and check to see if he's telling the truth. He is. I carefully put the box back down and turn to look at Mason.

"The doctor said I've been having morning sickness and recommended I take the tests," he says weakly. I'm not too sure what I'm supposed to say right now.

"What now?" I ask and he starts fidgeting with his hands.

"I've got an appointment to see the doctor again to see how far along I am," he says and I nod.

"Are you keeping it?" I ask bluntly because I need to know. He doesn't answer me for a while, he just looks down at the floor and plays with the hem of his t shirt.

"I am keeping it," he says and I feel myself freeze.

He's going to keep the baby and I'm the dad. I'll have to be a dad, like a proper dad and raise a baby. I can't be a dad I'm a psychopath, what if I hurt the baby? What the fuck do I do?